Better Flashing

I showed my poetry like an old flasher.

What could I have hoped to gain?

Keep your overcoat buttoned.

Make them come to you,

thirsty for the gin of your insight,

saying, Granddad, have you something there

that we should share? And would you like to join

our organization? If so, here’s a schedule of future meetings.

Then, Flash!

You’d proffer your bold priapus,

not that little shrivel directed at inattention.